Black Tears

by Woods, Karen

  The champagne was passed around and everyone had their glasses ready for when the speeches began. The first person to speak was Sue’s dad and he kept it short and sweet, yet caused people to double over laughing at some of the things he said. Dominic stood and tapped the side of his glass for people to be quiet before he spoke. His voice was quiet at first but as the minutes passed his confidence grew. Misty held his hand as he spoke and he told tales from John’s younger days. Sue raised her eyes at John when the story of John losing his clothes one night on a pub crawl came to light but John soon regained her trust when Dominic told of the love he’d found once he had met Sue. Everybody raised their glasses and toasted the new couple’s happiness. The noise was deafening, as everybody got ready to eat their roast dinners, laughter could be heard throughout the pub.

  Misty had been strangely quiet throughout the meal and tiredness filled her as the day progressed. It had been a long few months for her and to tell you the truth she was glad it was all over and she could start to relax a little before the baby was born. Dominic placed his hand round her and knew how she feeling without asking. Her eyes looked slightly black underneath and her face was white as a ghost. The baby inside her was taking any energy she had and he couldn’t wait for the day when she’d be back to her normal self again.

  The day turned into night at the Robert Tinker and the DJ started to set up his equipment for the night ahead. Loads more people arrived and the corner was full of gifts and cards from friends and relations. Peggy and Sydney had brought them a gift and Sue nearly broke down as Peggy passed it to her. She told Sue it wasn’t much but hoped she liked it. Sue knew that whatever it was wrapped in the silver wedding paper would have come from the heart, as she knew how short money was for them. People like Peggy and Sydney were real people and Sue knew she had founds friends for life in the two of them. She knew if she needed they would have give her their last penny to help her out.

  The night was amazing and even Misty found the energy to strut her stuff on the dance floor. The songs the DJ played put everyone in a good mood and some of the cheesy songs even got the older people up doing a few dance moves. Sue made her way over to Maureen and squeezed her tightly.

  “Thank you so much for all you’ve done. This place looks amazing and the food has been incredible”, before Maureen could reply John swayed over to them shouting the name of his new bride.

  “Mam isn’t she gorgeous,” he said as he swung round Sue’s neck. “I’m such a lucky man and I’m gonna be the best husband she could ever wish for”, he now looked straight into Sue’s eyes as he spoke and slurred his words. He laughed aloud and shouted over to Sue’s dad. “Ay, fucking Tom Jones let’s have another look at your pants before you bin them.” Sue’s dad raised his two fingers in the air and laughed as he shook his arse in their direction now enjoying all the attention his pants had brought throughout the day. Sue’s mother now appeared at his side and started to shout back at them.

  “Those pants are staying on all night, I can tell you. He’s promised he will keep them on in bed for me!” Sue’s dad now grabbed her and threw her back as he kissed her neck like something out of the movies and everyone laughed at the young at heart couple.

  The time came when the married couple had to leave the party. They had to get ready for their honeymoon on the Maldives. John made his way to the small stage and pulled Sue to the side of him and began his speech to thank everybody for a great day and to thank them for all the gifts they’d received.

  The DJ passed him the microphone and he shouted for a bit of quiet please, while he tried to make his speech. Sue laughed at the side of him and they both swayed as he began. He cleared his throat and it could be heard throughout the pub as he began. Both their parents huddled together and smiled as he began.

  “I would like to start by thanking you all for a great day. We will remember this day forever. Thanks for all your gifts and cards and a special thanks to both our parents for all the help and support in making this one of the best days in our life.” Everybody cheered and John continued with a grin on his face.

  “Finally, I would like to thank Tom Jones and his extra tight trousers for attending today and giving us all a good laugh,” before he could continue Sue’s dad was shouting at the top of his voice, and shaking his arse for all the guests to see. Everyone clapped as he started to sing “It’s Not Unusual” and he gyrated his body in a sexy manner.

  Before Sue left, Misty made her way over and told her she would miss her so much while she was on honeymoon. Sue was pissed and hugged Misty tightly nearly squeezing the baby from her body. Misty could tell she’d had way too much to drink and listened to the words with a smile on her face.

  “Misty you’re the best friend I’ve ever had, and I love you with all my heart. Shit has happened in both our lives, but look at us both now, onwards and upwards girl, what do you say?” Misty agreed and kissed her on the cheek as John came to join them. All the guests came out of the pub to wave them off as they sat in the taxi and Dominic put his face to the window pulling funny faces as the car drove off. The day had been so long and Misty was ready for bed, so as soon as the newlyweds had left it wasn’t long after that they also left the party. The party was in full swing when they left and in true Collyhurst style, it was set to be a long night.

  Misty kicked her shoes off and rubbed at her feet as she lay on the bed. They were swollen beyond belief and even Dominic commented on how big they were. He helped her get her dress off as she was struggling with the zip at the back of it .He decided there and then to make his move and started kissing her neck hoping she wasn’t feeling too tired. Misty welcomed his touch and turned her head to meet his lips. It had been weeks since they had had sex and she felt the urge for him even though she was exhausted.

  Once her dress was off, he led her back to the bed and made sure she was comfortable. Sex was hard for them now and most positions were uncomfortable, but he knew what she liked and kissed her body as he slid between her legs. Misty took a deep breath before he began to lick the side of her inner thigh. Her body melted as his silk tongue entered her knickers. He carefully lifted the side of her knickers and dug his head under the small gap. The smell of her fanny made his body tense and he knew he needed to take her knickers off fully so he could glide his tongue in further. Misty lifted herself up as he slowly slid her knickers off and lay back into the receiving position. He was like a cat with a saucer full of milk as his tongue slid in and out of her moist fanny. Her hands now cradled his head as he looked up at her with longing eyes. His fingers took over and he slowly entered her sliding them in and out with a gentle touch. He knew exactly what made her tick and teased her as she was about to come. Her breath was deep and her toes curled as she knocked on the door of that heavenly feeling she knew so well. Dominic continued only a few more minutes and heaven arrived for Misty. Her pants were deep and she tensed as the spasm of orgasm travelled through her. Dominic slowed down his tongue movements and his fingers moved only slightly to help her achieve maximum enjoyment.

  Once she’d finished she settled down and she moved to repay Dominic for his actions. His penis stood like a missile ready to launch and she knew her work would be short. His body hung over her face and she lay on her side. Her mouth was warm as his throbbing penis hit the back of her throat. It tasted so sweet. Her tongue teased the end of his penis and she could taste his excitement in her mouth. His cock was rock solid and she found it hard to take it to the back of her throat. Her hand now gripped the side of his love shaft and she stoked it as if she was stroking a dog. He looked as toned as ever as she gazed up at him and his muscles looked massive. His body was amazing and she knew how lucky she was to have him as her husband. Dominic now made a grunting noise and she knew that was her signal to complete her work. Her tongue and hands now moved in sequence and her work was nearly complete. He reached down to her face and kissed her with his tongue teasing her lips, and looked deep into her eyes.

  “I love y
ou so much Misty,” he whispered and he returned to his position while she caressed his penis further. Within seconds, he’d ejaculated and as he did a shot of sperm went into Misty’s eye. Although she needed to remove it straight away, she kept still until he’d finished coming. Dominic fell onto the bed and it was obvious he felt fulfilled with the blowjob she’d given him. As he tried to focus his eyes, he could see Misty wiping the bed sheets on her eye and looked at her further, wondering what she was doing.

  “Are you okay, what’s up?” Misty started to smile as she tried to keep a straight face, but her laughter couldn’t be held as she started to speak.

  “I’ve got cum in my eye”, she smiled as he sat back up to look at her. His face looked concerned and he didn’t really take onboard what she’d said until she shown him her eye. Her eyeball was red and the whites of it had all red lines going across it. It looked like someone had poked her in it ,and it looked sensitive. He tried to stop laughing but it couldn’t be helped and they both roared about the bedroom laughing as she held the sheet to her eye to stop it watering.

  “No way can I go to the hospital to let them have a look at it. Imagine if they ask what had happened. I would die a thousand deaths with embarrassment.” Dominic went to the bathroom that was situated at the side of their bedroom and wet a small white flannel. He ran the water for a while to make sure it was freezing cold and brought it back, placing it on Misty’s eye. He watched as she still struggled to see and started to make jokes about it.

  “Imagine it Misty, the headlines in the paper. Woman blinded by demon semen,” she now nudged him and laughed telling him she was in pain and not to laugh, but Dominic being Dominic continued to joke and had her rolling about the bed with some of the things he’d said and her eye seemed to get better within minutes. When she finally took the cold flannel from her eye it had stopped watering and all that was left was a very sore eyeball. They lay together on the bed and talked about the day gone by. Life had turned out really well for Sue and John and they both wished them all the happiness in the world. Dominic cradled Misty in his arms and she fell asleep almost instantly. Before she drifted off, she could hear his soft voice telling her how much he loved her and she snuggled into his chest deeper.

  Dominic lay for a moment and thought about his best mate being married. He and John had built up a great business between them and were on the road to becoming very wealthy men. The business started off quite small as businesses usually do, but with blood and sweat their property business was on its way up. Dominic was the brains behind it all, and with help from his dad, he’d learnt how to get things done on the cheap. Land was quite hard to come by these days and if you got a nice plot of land, you knew you would be able to build on it and earn thousands of pounds. Dominic’s father knew a few hooky characters and he’d set him up with some fabulous deals which had given him the start they needed. Dominic’s eyes now flickered with tiredness as he kissed the top of Misty’s head before he too fell asleep.

  9

  Gordon stood in the dock of Manchester Crown Court facing the charges of ABH on the Group 4 Guards he’d assaulted when he was sentenced a few months before. His face looked thin as he gripped the wooden dock. His brother Tom stood facing him nervously as his few druggie friends sat near him next to the exit. Tom and Gordon had gone over this plan so many times during his visits and today was the day it was all going to be put into action. Tigger, Gordon’s pad-mate, had wished him well and winked at him as the screws came to take him from his cell that morning for his court appearance.

  Gordon listened to the evidence against him, as the Group 4 security guard sat to the side of him. His jeans hung from his waist and his faded black t-shirt looked old and over-washed. His hair was short as he’d just been to see the prison barber, however his grey complexion revealed the stress that prison life had left on his face.

  The judge kept looking at Gordon as the prosecution read the evidence out aloud and shook his head. Few people sat inside the court and the usher was in and out of the courtroom as the evidence was given. Tom was sweating and he knew any moment now his younger brother would vault the dock and make his bid for freedom. On cue Tom’s mate started to cough loudly and acted as if he was choking. The usher came to his side immediately to offer medical help. Just at that moment, as if in slow motion, the escape began.

  Gordon rushed past the prosecution who were stood in front of him and the Group 4 guard looked shocked and fumbled for his radio in his shirt pocket. Tom held the door open and looked like he was shocked as Gordon ran past. The judge stood up from his chair and shouted at the security. Tom remained in the court and came to his friend’s side who had by now made a remarkable recovery and sat back on the chair.

  The alarm was raised and as Gordon fled the Crown Courts, he jumped in a car parked outside. Tom’s friend John was driving the getaway and as soon as he saw him, he drove towards the exit.

  “Hurry up, get the fuck in and get ya head down,” he ordered.

  Gordon struggled to get in the back of the car and he found it hard to breathe as he lay on the back seat. Sirens wailed as they drove out of Manchester city centre while John kept telling Gordon to cover himself with a couple of coats that were on the back seat.

  “Fuck me it’s bangers out there mate. We just need to get out of this fuckin traffic and get onto the side streets”.

  Gordon’s voice was low as he spoke, and he shook from underneath the coats.

  “Get me the fuck out of here. Go on the pavement if ya have to.”

  John drove like a mad man, and nearly crashed a few times as he shouted at the people on the road to ‘move out of the fucking way’. The journey seemed to take forever and once they’d reached the flats where Tom lived John told him to get the fuck out before anyone saw him.

  Gordon wriggled over the seats and opened the door. He rubbed John’s hair before he left and thanked him.

  “I owe you one mate, thanks. I will catch up with ya soon”.

  Gordon left the red Fiesta and headed for the flat’s entrance. His head was low and he ran like the wind to get out of sight as soon as possible. Once in the lift he could see his heart beating in his chest. He placed his hand on it to calm himself and tried to take deep breaths. The doors opened and he saw the front door of Tom’s flat. He knew Francesca would be there waiting for him and hurried to get inside. He banged at the door.

  “Francesca it’s me, open the fuckin door!”

  Francesca heard the knocking and her heart was in her mouth. As she opened it, he barged past her and told her to put all the bolts on. Francesca shook as she pulled the big metal bolts on the top and bottom of the door. She could hear him muttering in the front room as she went to join him.

  “We can’t stay here, we will have to go to the Foresters Hotel and get a room. The dibble will be here soon to search for me. Have ya got any money?”

  Francesca told him she only had fifty pounds to her name, and he didn’t seem to bother that she needed the money for food and bills.

  “Right get ya stuff together. We need to get out of this shithole as soon as possible”.

  Francesca grabbed a few things. She didn’t want to leave Tom but his voice sent chills through her and she couldn’t chance winding him up.

  “Right have you got everything? Let’s fuck off and get to the hotel before they’re on to me”.

  Francesca opened the door and they both took the stairs rather than the lift. She was now eight months pregnant and she waddled as she travelled down the stairs. Gordon told her to open the exit and check it was safe before he stepped out. She looked round, scanned the area, and nodded to him as he held the door open.

  The hotel was about ten minutes away and they walked through the side streets to get there. Francesca held her side as she followed him with sadness on her face. She loved Tom now, and hated the sight of Gordon but she knew she could do nothing but obey his every order.

  The pair crossed Rochdale Road and the Foresters was i
n sight. As he crossed the road Gordon grabbed Francesca’s arm and pulled her with him. She was dressed in a pair of black leggings and a long red t-shirt. Her black roman sandals had seen better days and her chipped black nail polish looked worse than ever. Her long dark locks were tied back with a silver bobble that looked ready for the bin. As they crossed the road, they entered the large white steel fence that surrounded the hotel and headed for the steps towards the entrance.

  Francesca stood at reception as Gordon sneaked to the toilet away from prying eyes. He could hear Francesca talking and stood with the door open so he could hear everything that was said. Once he heard them give her a room number, he came to join her and stood at her side with his head bowed. The receptionist didn’t take much notice of him as she thought he was another married man coming to the hotel for a bit a steamy sex with his mistress.

  After they got the key, they followed her directions and placed the key in the hotel door. The room looked fresh and clean. Gordon closed the curtains and collapsed onto the bed. Francesca checked the wardrobes in the room and looked in every drawer to avoid eye-contact with Gordon, but he soon ordered her to come and lie with him.

  Gordon was still a cocky fucker and lay on the bed as if he was the king of the castle. He kicked his trainers off and started to get undressed. As he did, he raised his eyes and gave Francesca the signal to get her kit off too. Francesca didn’t rush as he watched her every move from the bed. She could tell he was getting impatient and as soon as he spoke, she pulled her clothes from her as if they were on fire.

  “Fuckin hell! Hurry the fuck up! What’s up with you woman?”

  Her cold skin lay next to him as he pulled the duvet back. As she lay next to him, she could feel his eyes burning into the side of her face. All she could think of was Tom and how much she wanted to be back at the flat with him.